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17. BOSS SUGI

For a long time, Mr. Samsudin and Mak Asih cried. Me and Randi could only duck. There were no tears in the corner of our eyes. This heart feels painful. I remember mom, I miss mom. I was also amazed at my mother, so many people who loved my mother.

"Already, Mother. It's." Already." Mr. Samsudin finally let go of Mak Asih's embrace. He then rubbed the shoulders of Mak Asih.

"I'm sorry Wildan, sir. Wil makes Father and Mak sad."

"Yes Acep, it's nothing. We were just shocked to hear the news about Ms. Aisyah. We really didn't expect."

"But the arrival of Acep made us happy. We're happy, we're grateful."

"Now Acep into first yuk. Take a shower, we keep praying. After that eat. After dinner we will talk again. So many people want to talk to Acep."

"Good, Pa." I comply. Mr. Samsudin opened the door, then told us to come in. In the room in Mr. Samsudin's house, Randi and I looked around. Our admiration is growing. Looking at the spacious and neatly arranged home page we were amazed. Looking at the inside of the house, not just the admiration we felt. We're enchanted. The living room is so spacious. There are two sets of seats available. Two sets of chairs of the same color. It seems to have been ordered intentionally. Same color but different model. On the left wall there is a kind of decoration like a tapestry, large. Ka'bah's Images. On the right wall was an abstract painting, the size was large as well. From the living room into the living room, maybe this is the family room. Big, no chair. Here is a large carpet, the carpet is a picture of a tiger. In this middle room there is a television with a large size attached to the wall, the size may be more than 50 inc. It was huge according to our eyes. We've never seen a television of this size. If you watch television, it might feel like watching a mini movie.

"This is his room. Acep keeps his luggage inside. Inside there is also a bathroom, maybe Acep want to shower first. After the bath we pray congregation yes, you wait in the hall of the mushola, there." Mr. Samsudin pointed at a door that was visible from the central room. We nodded.

When entering the room, Randi immediately laid his body on a soft mattress. His eyes immediately closed.

"Hush. You take a shower there first. If I'm the first one, you might have snored when I'm done bathing." Randi hehe hehe. He pulled out a towel from his carrying bag, then went to take a shower. I myself took the time to pay attention to the contents of the room. There was a bed, a three-door wardrobe, as well as a set of desk chairs.all of them were large in size. Greatable. Mr. Samsudin is really a rich man.

Randi finished the shower. Change me now who takes a shower. The air here is similar in Bandung, cold. The bath water was cold like ice water, so I did not linger in the bathroom. After the shower we prepared to perform the dzuhur prayer. Mr. Samsudin is our priest.

"Yuk, we'll eat first. Mak has prepared a meal for all of us." Mr. Samsudin came out to the dining room, we followed.

"Let's Mak, here, eat together." We ate together, four of us. Like a family only.

Mak's cooking is very good, let alone Randi, I just added twice, really delicious to eat this time. Mr. Samsudin and Mak Asih are also the same, added the meal.

"Alhamdulillah, enjoy eating this time, Mother. Until I ate it. So is mama?" Mak Asih laughed, He was still eating.

"This must be because there are you, before Mr and Mak never eat until added twice like this, huh Mak huh?" Mak nodded. We smiled at Mr. Samsudin's praise.

After we finished our meal, we sat in the living room on the carpet. The atmosphere is very relaxed. Even Randi occasionally breaks down.

"Are you ready to hear your story?" Mr. Samsudin began to speak. Randi and I looked at each other. We were not only ready, but very curious. But we refrained from asking too many questions. We better wait, because Mr. Samsudin has promised to invite us to chat.

"Yes, Sir. It's so ready." I represent the voices of both of us.

"Mak, here. Follow chat. Leave the job first." Mr. Samsudin called Mak who was cleaning up in the dining room. Mak approached, then sat down to gather with us.

"Father start yes, Acep."

"Yes, sir." I strengthen myself to answer Mr. Samsudin's question.

"Bapak Sugianto is reportedly a native of East Java. He was not in this village at first." My mouth was almost open, I wanted to ask. But Randi gestured for me to shut up first.

"First Mr. Sugianto in East Java where, then whose parents, he has a family or not, and other information no one knows."

"The people of this village, including Mr and Mak, have Mr. Sugianto alone here, have no brothers around here." We remained silent, listening to Mr. Samsudin's story.

"Pak Sugianto once said, he had also lived in Garut, for approximately one year he said. Then he moved here, bought rice fields and gardens here."

"Father and Mak, as well as the people in this village, call Mr. Sugianto as Boss Sugi. He's a good guy. Too good, though." Randi and I looked back. I am happy, grateful to know that Mr. Sugianto is a very good person.

"One thing we don't understand, Boss Sugi never looked close to women. At that time, his age was good. Probably more than 35, huh?" Mak Asih who was asked, nodded.

"Single women in this village are actually many who want to be married, but somehow, Boss Sugi is not interested."

"While in our opinion, there is nothing more to consider, Boss Sugi already has everything. When I first came here, Boss Sugi only had the capital to buy a patch of rice fields and gardens dozens of mash. But because of the persistence of Boss Sugi, within 15 years, he could buy rice fields and gardens tens of hectares." I'm stunned. Mr. Sugianto the rich man turns out. But why did Ibu Aisyah move to Bandung after marrying Mr Muji? I kept refraining from asking.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mr. Sam." Someone knocked on the door and said hello.

"Wa'alaikum Salam." As soon as we answered. Mak Asih rushed to open the door.

Mak Asih is back again, tell Mr. Samsudin.

"Mang Jana, sir." Mr. Samsudin moves to meet Mang Jana.

"Yes naon, Mang?"

"Eta Pak, saur Si Bos Garut, salapan rebu wae, kumaha?"

"He geuslah. Okay, that's it, bejakeun. Sarua wae da in Bandung ge price keur sakitu. Iraha cenah rek ka kebonna?"

"Most enjing, ayeuna mah pameng day tos."

"Throw the grill on our kebon, it's 07:00."

"The mango." Mang Jana said goodbye, Mr. Samsudin again sat near us.